Percy Bysshe Shelley

Wine Of The Fairies

by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Fragment

I am drunk with the honey wineOf the moon-unfolded eglantine,Which fairies catch in hyacinth bowls.The bats, the dormice, and the molesSleep in the walls or under the swardOf the desolate castle yard;And when 'tis spilt on the summer earthOr its fumes arise among the dew,Their jocund dreams are full of mirth,They gibber their joy in sleep; for fewOf the fairies bear those bowls so new!

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